Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.